Jin Yan Midsummer

For Gu Xia, Su Jinyan was like a thorn in the palm of her hand. It was fine if she didn't touch it, but it hurt when she touched it, and she didn't dare to pull it out. The thorn penetrated too deep, and she was afraid that the wound would be more painful after being pulled out, or even fester and not heal. No wonder Gu Dong always laughs at her for being cowardly. ． ． ．